Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

At the critical moment, the strong man raised his big iron rod and blocked it in front of him with all his strength.

In the air, two powerful forces collided, like the collision of two mountains, making a loud noise that shook the earth.

The surrounding audience felt a strong wave of air that was suffocating.

However, in the collision of this force, the strong man's body was blown away like a fragile piece of paper.

His big iron rod, under the powerful impact, even flew further than his body.

A chilling image was left on the ring.

The strong man's body fell heavily outside the ring, causing dust to fly and causing an uproar.

In the dust, the strong man struggled painfully, trying to stand up again.

However, every attempt ended in failure.

His eyes were full of unwillingness and despair.

The strong man's body finally lay quietly on the ground, without any movement.

The monks under the ring witnessed this thrilling battle, and everyone's hearts were filled with huge waves.

The big hammer ended the life of a strong man at the peak of Qi refining with just one move. Such a display of power undoubtedly shocked everyone.

The cruelty of this game exceeded many people's expectations, causing the monks who were originally full of passion and expectations to re-evaluate their own strength and determination.

In this atmosphere, many monks one after another chose to withdraw from the competition.

Some of them showed fear on their faces, knowing in their hearts that it would be difficult for them to gain a foothold in the competition among such experts;

Others left the scene silently, perhaps feeling unwilling to do so, but reason told them that staying would only increase their pain.

The arena where Lin Fan was standing originally had four to five hundred people, but now there were less than two hundred people left.

There was an aura of depression and tension in the air, and the remaining monks looked at each other with vigilance and caution.

The next showdown attracted a lot of attention.

Two monks at the ninth level of Qi refining stepped onto the ring. Although their auras were powerful, they showed the demeanor of peak Qi refining monks.

However, the format of this game left everyone present a little disappointed.

These two monks chose to use Fuhu Fist, which is a very basic boxing method in Qingyun Sect.

Although their use was precise and every move demonstrated their profound basic skills, many monks present were already familiar with this basic boxing technique, so they did not seem to find it novel.

As the game progressed, the two monks went back and forth in the ring, and every confrontation seemed particularly serious.

Although their Fuhu Fist is ordinary, it also contains deep internal strength and subtle angle changes.

But for the audience, such a game seemed to lack the intensity and excitement, and many people even began to doze off.

Lin Fan watched it with great interest.

Fuhu Fist is the only boxing technique that Lin Fan has learned.

At the beginning of the game, Lin Fan did not intend to use the Qiankun Ax to reveal his strength.

At the same time, Sledgehammer and Mengge were obviously not interested in such a game.

In their view, such a basic boxing duel cannot arouse their desire to fight at all.

There was a look of disdain on their faces, even a little impatient. They simply closed their eyes and no longer paid attention to the battle in the ring.

In the eyes of Big Hammer and Meng Ge, this kind of basic boxing competition cannot be compared with their battle.

Their battle was more about the collision of high-level skills and powerful internal forces, and the situation in front of them seemed more like a joke among the monks within the Qingyun Sect.

After more than half an hour of fierce competition, this long-running game was finally settled.

A thin monk, with his unexpected flexibility and unfathomable internal strength, unexpectedly defeated his opponent.

Although he won this victory, the other monks in the audience were not optimistic about his prospects.

In their view, once this thin monk encounters a strong man like Meng Ge or Big Hammer, his defeat seems to be a foregone conclusion.

In the third game, it was Lin Fan's turn.

When Lin Fan slowly stepped onto the ring, it immediately caused a discussion and sensation.

"Isn't this Lin Fan?"

one audience member said in surprise.

"His cultivation is also at the peak of Qi refining. How did he do it?"

another monk asked doubtfully.

"Lin Fan is definitely not the best loser in the Qingyun Sect. It takes more than a year to go from a mortal to the peak of Qi refining. Many junior disciples of the Qingyun Sect may not be able to do it!"

The monks' discussions were full of surprise and admiration.

"I'm only a teenager now, and I'm already at the peak of Qi refining. I have a promising future!"

Some people are full of expectations for Lin Fan's future.

Lin Fan stood on the ring, his eyes calm and firm, as if he was not affected by the discussion around him.

At the edge of the arena, Meng Ge and Sledgehammer heard the name Lin Fan and cast their eyes involuntarily towards the stage.

At first glance, they were all confused about this young monk who was at the peak of Qi refining, and they didn't understand why such an opponent would let them take action.

But after taking a closer look, their eyes gradually showed some interest.

"It's interesting!" Brother Meng commented softly while watching, with a glimmer of inquiry in his eyes.

Although they could tell that Lin Fan was at the peak of Qi refining, it was difficult to see which level he was at, which gave them a rare sense of freshness.

At this time, Lin Fan's opponent, a monk in his early twenties and at the ninth level of Qi refining, stepped onto the ring.

He held a sharp long sword in his hand, with a majestic aura.

Facing Lin Fan, his tone was somewhat arrogant and disdainful: "Little baby, swords and guns are blind, and sticks are ruthless. I advise you to admit defeat and step down, lest you lose your life!"

When the audience heard this, some expressed concern, while others were excitedly waiting for the showdown.

In their view, this monk in his early twenties clearly had an absolute advantage.

However, Lin Fan remained unmoved and his eyes remained calm. He responded calmly: "A game is a game, and victory or defeat is determined by strength." After saying that, the sword in his hand began to slowly flash with a cold light.

On the ring, Lin Fan faced the swordsman in front of him, showing an extraordinary calmness and confidence.

He responded to the other party's provocation calmly: "Please take action!"

Immediately, Lin Fan showed the starting position of Fuhu Fist, which caused an uproar in the audience.

"Using Fuhu Fist against a long sword is a bit overwhelming!"

A monk in the audience couldn't help but comment.

"A doll is just a doll, no matter how deep it is!"

Another monk also said.

However, Lin Fan didn't seem to care at all about the discussions around him. His eyes were firmly fixed on the opponent in front of him, and he was fully focused on the upcoming battle.

When the game started, the swordsman in his twenties did not hesitate at all and took action decisively.

His swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and every sword was extremely sharp. The tip of the sword always seemed to be pointed at Lin Fan's vitals, and every move was full of murderous intent and threat.

As long as Lin Fan is hit by the sword, he will definitely be killed or injured.

The audience in the field watched the showdown in the ring intently, and some even began to predict how many rounds Lin Fan would lose.